“You don’t want me throwing you over my shoulder, maybe you should consider behaving.” His tone was clipped and matter-of-fact.
“I foresee a painful relationship ahead of us.” He frowned at the word “relationship,” so she corrected, “Fling, hookup. Whatever you want to call it. If you’d sleep lighter, I can sign a waiver.”
He caressed her skin. “UV tattoos always leave some scarring. Yours are unnoticeable.”
“How do you know about UV tattoos?”
Jack shrugged. “Someone close to me is interested in them.”
She waited for him to elaborate, but of course he didn’t. “I got mine done by the best.”
At her words, his expression grew severe. “What is Kai to you?”
“Hmm, none of your business?”
Jack got in her face. “Wrong, pet. When I walk out you can go back to doing what you want, but as long as I’m fucking you, I’m the only one who touches you, are we clear?”
“Clear.” She resented the implication. He considered her an untrustworthy, shifty floozy and couldn’t be more wrong, but she didn’t want to get into it now.
“And you’ll do as I say.”
“Not so clear, buddy.”
Yep, definitely a painful relationship ahead of them. Correction; ahead of him, because as far as she was concerned, she was going to have a blast.
“And talking about body alterations, that piercing of yours caught me by surprise. I would never have thought you were pierced. Care to explain?”
True to form, The Borg didn’t bother to answer, just studied her.
“What?” she finally asked, impatient.
“Nothing. Wondering if I can fuck that attitude out of you.”
She smirked. “I doubt it very much, but you can try.”
“I plan to. Believe me, I plan to.”
He brought her to him and kissed her, hard and deep. The towel fell to the floor and a shiver ran across her as she felt his calloused hands on her sensitized skin. She crawled up his body, wrapping her legs around his hips, the rough denim against her core and the soft shirt against her nipples playing havoc with her senses. The kiss got more desperate, his cock throbbing against her, his hands cupping her ass.
“Bed. Now,” he growled.
“I think your speech processor is failing you, sunshine. Maybe it got corrupted when you overheated?”
“Smart-ass.” He carried her to her bedroom, where he put her down on the bed.
Without taking his eyes off her, he made quick work of his clothes. He kneeled in front of her and unceremoniously lifted her legs up and wide.
“How many times can you get off in one session?”
In spite of her disadvantageous situation, she flaunted some attitude at him. She couldn’t let him intimidate her or he would walk all over her. “I don’t know, Jack, how talented are you?”
He cocked his eyebrow. “I recall someone coming around my cock explosively before I was totally in.”
True, but that might have had more to do with her than with him or his skills. After all, she had a lot of sexual frustration pent up since a certain asshole moved in with her.
He caressed her open folds and a whimper escaped her. For such a hard man, his touch was so soft. “You couldn’t wait to have me inside you.”
She couldn’t help egging him. “Of course I couldn’t. With your fickle personality I wasn’t risking you changing your mind by the time we made it home. You would have gotten all proper and uptight on me again.”
A devilish smile flashed on his face. “I might have been a bit slow on the uptake, but don’t be mistaken, I’m in charge here. And I’m never proper.”
Yeah, she’d gotten the idea while he’d been pounding into her in that deserted parking lot, her hands restrained over her head. Although in all honesty, she was still baffled that she’d managed to make him lose control. She would have bet good money he would never have gone for public, unprotected sex.
He trailed the tips of his fingers along her folds, caressing her entrance and then her clit, making her jump as he spread her moisture. “I didn’t give you what you deserved outside the club. You didn’t get any foreplay and yet you took me.”
He leaned over and put his mouth on her open core, taking a deep swipe.
She jerked at the rough contact, but he tightened his grip.
“Fucking sweet, pet. You washed me off. You don’t taste like me.”
She cleared her throat. “You would have wanted to eat me out covered with your semen?”
“No, I wouldn’t. I’d rather lick your juices, but I like your * dripping with my cum. Let’s remedy this. As soon as you spill on my tongue, I’ll fuck you and fill you up again. Take you so hard you’ll be sore for a week.”
She wasn’t sure if it was the image in her brain that his words created, or his breath slamming against her core, but a jolt of pleasure tore through her. Still, she had to provoke him. Had to. It was ingrained in her. “Promises, promises. You should talk less and go down to business, Borg. Before I fall asleep on you.”